Chapter 174: The Gang (Please Subscribe)

Night.

The detective's assistant, Adrian, walked out of the detective agency, arrived at a public housing unit, and knocked on the door.

Inside was an elderly man with white hair and a very refined temperament. Seeing Adrian, a smile appeared on his face, and he stepped aside to let Adrian enter the living room.

Several other people were already sitting on the sofa.

They included a well-dressed gentleman, a stunningly beautiful lady, and a newsboy with a very shrewd look in his eyes.

"Welcome, our Mr. Detective."

Adrian took out his notebook and stated the noteworthy matters one by one.

The Young Master had actually holed up in his room for a full day; if he didn't come out after another night, Sylvia was prepared to call the police!

"A toast to our lovely Mr. William Mark!"

Percy could only offer a reminder, watching the backs of the two team members as he clenched his fists in secret: "A loophole in one lie requires more lies to cover it up... What... what kind of person have I become?"

But these things, he had not disclosed before, and now he could say even less.

33 Golden Rose Street.

At this moment, he saw two Investigation Bureau staff members walking toward the main gate while chatting and laughing.

"I followed the target for half the day; he went for a walk in the morning, then went to visit his neighbor, Aaron Yugesi..."

While the old man was speaking, Aaron stood to the side, seeing every subtle expression on his face clearly.

"A traveler who inherited a large fortune; William is likely trying to borrow money from him," the well-dressed gentleman replied. "I will ask him about it later."

"No, the target is clear; this is the purpose of our operation!"

Percy was actually in a trance for a moment; how distant a term was this?

"Yeah... Boss, after those few major sweeps and catching a bunch of rats in the sewers, Green Forest City has become much calmer, and the Bureau is letting us take turns on vacation..."

"Too much overtime lately, the Bureau finally gave us time off, so we went to Hongmofang together..."

'No, that's not right! Green Forest City is not safe!'

The Investigation Bureau, shrouded by the Night Curtain, was like a beast lurking in the darkness.

But in the subsequent check, Percy received the answer that he had not been subjected to any external contamination!

This only made him feel more painful.

After all, he was an acquaintance who had barely met William Mark a few times; killing for this reason and exposing the existence of an Evil Spirit to the Investigation Bureau was a very irrational act.

"Very good, regarding that Mr. Yugesi, does anyone have anything to add?"

"Captain!"

Percy Anias walked out of the gate, limping, his whole person looking as if he had collapsed from exhaustion.

Upon seeing him, the two investigators immediately saluted solemnly.

One investigator answered generously.

"You all... stay vigilant."

The gray-haired, refined old man clapped his hands, his every gesture filled with an invisible aura of leadership.

What the master does, there is no need to tell the servant in the first place.

Yet Percy roared in his heart: 'Although Roberts is dead, his accomplices are still on the run... and there are more evil Secret organizations and secret societies... such as the Invisible Cult! It has at least one "Evil Spirit" high-level member wandering in this city!'

But when it came to the crunch, perhaps thinking of the wails of the Extraordinarys he had imprisoned, or perhaps because his mind had been placed under an invisible Curse, he concealed many things.

Aaron yawned.

For example... he was not only being lobbied, but had also chanted the honorific name of a Great Existence!

'I am not making the decision to protect myself under the influence of a Curse, but out of my own heart!'

Although a single thought could make those swindlers die a miserable death, he did not act directly.

"Everyone... remember to keep a low profile."

"His whereabouts for the afternoon are all here... he actually went to the bank, probably wanting to apply for a credit loan or a mortgage loan..."

"What are you all..."

"On vacation?"

"A wealthy Young Master; how about I give it a try? Maybe I can swindle a huge sum again."

'I am a waverer, a traitor!'

"This is just a scam, it doesn't involve the Mysterious; let's wait and see. If people don't learn their lesson, they won't know pain."

Another team member laughed.

The gorgeous lady took a shell-shaped powder compact out of her handbag to touch up her makeup.

Originally, he had intended to confess everything to that director.

Percy asked, puzzled.

"Is this the legendary Slaughter Pig Scheme? No... they even bribed or planted an acquaintance in advance; this is a specialized siege... a gang operation combined with a Celestial Bureau... poor Mr. William Mark!"

"It's nothing... prepare dinner for me."

He chuckled, his voice disappearing instantly, leaving behind only a few marks belonging to a vengeful spirit.

"Achoo!"

Percy's eyes were filled with sorrow and contempt.

The old man smiled and pressed his palm down: "Also... Mr. Detective, remember the principle: we are just strangers. After finishing this job, we will each go our separate ways; do not leak your own information! Of course... if you want to release false intelligence, just pretend I didn't say anything... This can effectively ensure that even if someone has an accident in the future, the rest of us can still remain safe."

Adrian poured himself a glass of rye beer and laughed loudly: "With such a large sum of money, I'm going to Plymouth to open my own detective agency!"

"This is best for everyone..."

He dispelled his previous arrangements and walked out of the room.

This was not a Mysterious influence, but a synthesis of his own experience, knowledge, and past successes.

His mood at this moment was extremely complex.

As Secret Police, one often has to face a great deal of mental stress, so venting that stress through alcohol, gambling, or finding streetwalkers is tacitly permitted.

The youngest newsboy suddenly sneezed and complained, "Don't you guys feel how cold it is here? Old Eugene, did you forget to pay the heating bill..."

Aaron looked at the other person, feeling slightly familiar; it seemed he was a guest at the banquet held by William's family last time.

Aaron opened his eyes.

The old man shook his head in denial and looked at the newsboy.

Immediately, he saw Sylvia walk over with a worried look on her face: "Young Master, are you alright?"

The newsboy laughed: "I have a feeling the prey is about to take the bait."

"If William Mark really has been deceived, at worst I will report the situation to Glamorgan Field; secular matters should be resolved in the secular world, do not involve the Mysterious."

……

【……】

The old man wrote a line of text on a blackboard; looking closely, it actually contained an entire page of a character relationship diagram centered around William Mark.

He felt as if an invisible and dark Abyss, or perhaps a foul-smelling swamp, was gradually swallowing him whole!

What was even more desperate was that this was a pit he had dug for himself!

【So... I am this kind of person...】

(End of chapter)